It’s hard to believe we’ve been together for thirteen years. You’ve been a faithful friend, caught my tears on your steering wheel (and a few sneezes too), put up with my loud music, and loads of sticky, smelly children whose slimy paws loved to decorate your windows. You’ve pushed yourself for me, and I know a simple thank you isn’t enough.
You’re so much better than your predecessor, Vanna the Gray. She gave up, but not you. You plug along, despite your computer flickering on and off, that little thunk when I make right turns, and the way your ceiling is starting to come down. “Never give up!” That’s your motto, and you have over 200,000 reasons proving you mean it.
Getting older and wearing out isn’t easy. I’m starting to see that. It’s especially difficult with all of these younger, better-looking models running around with their shiny hub caps and CD players. But there’s something to not just parking yourself and quitting.
I hope I can follow your example as I face the miles in front of me. It’s not easy moving into the world of the out-dated “classic”. But you do it with finesse and perseverance. You continue to be useful and contribute, and I want to do that too. You don’t complain. As a matter of fact, when you get sick, I never even know that you’re not feeling well until you completely give out. You shine and take us places. I hope I can light up the world and write stories that transport people across the miles of their imaginations. I hope I can plug away at life and not complain.
Thank you, Vanna. I know you’re tired and wouldn’t mind finding some lot to just park yourself in, but you don’t do that. You keep on rolling because it’s not over til it’s over, and you’ve still got something that you can give.